Who was this guy?
He turned quickly and handed us our drinks before slipping a bill across the smooth wood of the bar. I didn’t see what it was, but he waved across the room, and the guys from his table stood and headed over, all good looking like he was as Nicki’s eyes lit up. They looked a little older than the two of us, and I observed them as I sipped the strong liquid, focusing on him. Declan must be around twenty-five, and beyond being stunningly good-looking, he exerted confidence, and I knew that he was content with who he was. Judging from the eyes on the room that were focused on our little group, everyone else either admired or knew of him.
My heart sank as I wondered if he was like James for a fleeting second before pushing the thought away. James was a twenty-two-year-old college student that was trying to figure himself out, and Declan was already there. Besides, what did it matter? We’d probably chat a bit and have some drinks, and that was it.
He leaned in and pulled me away from the group as I smiled at him. “Tell me about yourself, Polly.”
“Well, I go to NYU, and I’ll be graduating in just over a year with a degree in English and American Literature. I have no idea what will happen then, but I guess I don’t have to worry about it quite yet.” I shrugged and sipped my drink again as he took me in with greedy eyes. “What do you do?”
“I am involved in several businesses in the city, Polly.” His eyes crinkled as I felt myself heating up all over again.
“You look young,” I blurted out as he smiled and I finished my drink.
“I’m twenty-six, and it’s something of a family thing. How old are you?” He asked as he moved closer to me and stared into my eyes.
“Twenty-one,” I told him, feeling like a child next to Declan.
“Another?” He asked as he glanced at my empty glass and I nodded. I knew that the drinks were going to catch up to me, but I was so entranced with him that I didn’t care. He went to the bar, and I felt someone squeeze my hand as I glanced over at Nicki. She was surrounded by guys and looked thrilled as she smiled at me.
“He’s so into you!” I watched her mouth move as I blushed and shook my head. She nodded emphatically and watched as Declan came back with another one of the appletinis for me, and I took it as I thanked him softly. We talked some more about the city, and he glanced out at the dance floor as I finished my drink, feeling it wash over me. I blinked slowly as he stared down at me, easily several feet taller than my five foot eight height that didn’t compliment all my curves, in my opinion.
“Would you like to dance with me?” Declan asked as I nodded with a slow smile, enjoying the feeling deep inside of my body. I hadn’t felt this attracted to a man before and it was exhilarating. I decided that if it went anywhere, I wouldn’t hesitate. I was tired of holding back and a night with Declan would change my life, or at least make me forget it for a little while.
He took my hand and pulled me out to the dance floor, finding a little nook where we could have some privacy as he moved close to me. I took in his scent; musky with a hint of spice and moved my hips to the slow, pulsing beat of the song playing as I felt his hands on my body, pulling me closer. Declan was wearing a pair of worn black jeans and a button up shirt a few shades darker than his eyes that showed off the muscles underneath his clothes. I felt my inhibitions slipping away as I slid my arms up his chest and felt him tense under my touch. “Polly,” he murmured as he spun us further into a corner and slipped one hand just under my breasts as I shivered. “I want you.”
I slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to my face for a kiss, my lips greedy against his as he claimed me with a slow swipe of his tongue. This was how a man was supposed to feel. James had been clumsy and in this moment, I understood why I never wanted to sleep with him. I wanted nothing more than that with Declan as he pressed me against the wall and tilted his head to deepen the long kiss as he pulled back enough to run his hands over my body.
I knew that I was in a club and that there were a lot of people around us. I didn’t care. I wanted Declan, and I felt him slide his hand over the lace of my bra and cup me as I moaned against his lips. I felt his leg slide between my legs as he nibbled at my jaw, applying the right amount of pressure as I whimpered. His muscular thigh pressed against the lace of my panties, pushing up the skirt of my dress as he pushed harder and stared into my face.
Declan moved his lips just under my ear as I started to rock against him, desperate to release all the pressure building up inside of me. I tried to care what people must be thinking or how bright it was where we were, but the only feeling that mattered was the way my body was reacting to him. “Let go,” he urged me as I reached around his body to pull him closer, moaning his name as I exploded and dropped back against the wall. “I want you to do that around my cock, Polly. Come to my place?”